Harry Harrison (via Warren Ellis' Orbital Operations):
“Joan's mother, a paragon of virtues in all other ways, does not realize the basic needs of a writer or she would not have opened the door when I was writing, as she did once years ago when we were staying in her home, and say, 'Harry, since you aren't doing anything, would you go to the store for me.' A writer's family understands; my daughter knows when I have that glassy look in the eye and am staring into space that I am not to be disturbed because I am 'working'.”
Sums up why I will never cohabitate again, because truth be told a writer's family doesn't always understand. If ever circumstances were to once again necessitate the unfortunates of cohabitation, then this is the only way I might deem it workable:
The studio homes of Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo, separate structures connected by bridge. Masterfully designed by Juan O'Gorman, photos will never do the place justice. It's a very spacial experience, as spaces ought to be. It was something of an eureka moment for me when I first paid it a visit in Mexico City a couple years ago. For both Rivera and Kahlo, the majority of their home(s) was designated studio space, because a true artist's art practice is in fact their life. None of this “work/life balance” nonsense, that shit's for office jobbers.
Edit: That Harry Harrison bit is apparently from the book HELL'S CARTOGRAPHERS, a short article from which lives on Michael Owen Carrol's website.